The King Tiag of Varela "The Penguin" has died of old age!
His son Tiago of Varela takes the throne.
He's about as fickle as his father, much to the dismay of the Saxons. The Anglo-Saxons already know how to put up with the nonsense, however.
"Orders, my lord?
Well... I've heard the Chinese were pretty pissed off at my father... right? So let's attack them!
Wait, on the other hand, the Huns seem to have gone berserk, and that's hardly a good thing. I'm not about to let Britannia fall after so much shed blood.
Hmm~~
Write a letter to the Franks, if at all possible, we'd like to request their cooperation in combating the Huns. We can make compromises as requested. Make sure to make it abundantly clear how useless the Chinese are to combat the Hun threat.
Very well, your lordship. And the armies?
Until we hear word from the Franks, we are to conquer Welsh lands and continue attacking the Chinese Empire, but only on Lusitania. I couldn't care less about what they do with Roman lands.
I am confident the Sassanids will strive to fight the Huns, if they, or any other countries, request our cooperation, tell me immediately. I only have a bone to pick with the Chinese, the rest of Europe is fine as is.
So you're basically trying to turn the world against the Chinese, which only just arrived?
Well, if they gave me their tea stores... I suppose I could cease all attacks on them and head for the Huns instead.
Until then, we'll take possession of Lusitania."
Unfortunately for the Saxons, the King doesn't seem to be paying any attention to the Huns, even though Danish lands are right next to them. Scared and left to their own devices, the Saxons start making war equipment and mounting up defences like there's no tomorrow.